KYMON'S POV
I watch as Lyriq takes her away. She is unconscious, so it makes things easier for the both of us; if not, I'd have to kill her, which I know is impossible. There's just something about her that terrifies me. Something that awakens the past, I've been trying to get rid of. I want to kill her; I want to end this fear, but I can't. That song. My legs are suddenly too weak for me to stand and I lean against a tree. How the hell does she know that song? I have sung it to two people in my life, Freya and Adena. Two women I have loved and one woefully regretted loving. They are both gone so how does Lyra know that song? I only shared it with Adena and Freya because I trusted them with everything in me. It was the last thing I heard mom say before she died. Before she was killed by him— " Kymon," Lyriq is standing before me, scowling at every cell in my face. " You aren't going to explain that shit that just happened?" I run a hand through my hair and exhale. " You don't know how to speak, do you?" " To who exactly? Kymon or Alpha Kymon?" I shot him a glare. " Both." " I doubt because Alpha Kymon wouldn't flinch like a bitch because of some girl—" I get up so quick enough for my fist to collapse with his jaw. I swear, I want to crave the word bitch into his skin with my claw. He rubs his jaw and grimaces at me. " Four years and he's falling in love again. Wow, Adena must be creating a new poison for this one in hell." " Shut your stupid mouth or I swear, I'll send you to meet her in hell." He says nothing but just stares at me. He knows I can't kill him that's why he has the fucking audacity to talk this way. If not for Freya, I'd have murdered him the very second she died. " In case you have forgotten, Freya was my sister. If not for your stupid ex she wouldn't be dead. As far as I'm concerned you do not deserve to love another woman except her till you are dead. At least, give her that respect." He is gone. I try to breathe. Collect my thoughts and think. There's no way I can move on from Freya. I have no right to. I can never love a woman that isn't her. I have tried to and I can't bring myself to. The memories are always there like it was yesterday. She was smiling in my arms, and I told her how many times I loved and cherished her till she was lying dead in my arms, and her killer was standing before us, sobbing till she was seized from ever making a sound again. My only regret is that I let Adena die so easily. LYRA'S POV One. Two. Three. Bullets. Gunshot. Bryn. Dead. " D-E-A-D, I will be dead soon. Bryn is dead," I repeat as I stare into the darkness and it stares back at me as we both wait to meet Bryn. It's been two hours since I came back to consciousness to find myself in a dark box, or maybe just a box, and I'm blind. I hear metals echo around the box till the sound of footsteps joins in. Someone is before me. " I always wondered what my brother saw in you." More footsteps till I can see two pairs of almond eyes. " I wasn't the least surprised when he came crying that you cheated on him." I bury my face into my knees trying to shake off my fears. Does he want to kill me because he thinks I cheated on Zade? How do I tell him that his bloody brother slept with another girl right on my bed, and he didn't stop even after I caught him? " If you look closer, you'll see the truth rather than the shit he's feeding you," I say before I can stop myself, and fear spikes up in me when I don't see his eyes, but I keep hearing footsteps. After a few seconds, I see him in front of me. This time, our eyes are at the same level. " You both were always a nuisance to watch." Something cold drops on my exposed lap and his fingers brush against me, and I hold a shiver. I immediately regret wearing such a short skirt. " Eat up and then I'll figure out what to do for you." " I rather eat shit that way whatever you give me." " And how are you sure it isn't shit?" The slightest amusement flashes in his voice. " Anyways, eat it if you want, I don't care." Silence till he speaks again. " How long have you known my brother?" He asks, his voice eerily firm. Suddenly I forget how to speak. Fear has destroyed every inch of my being and all I'm able to think of is how to kill this monster in front of me before he can kill me. " Answer me!" He hisses and I swallow a lump in my throat. " Almost two years." I can only hear the sound of him breathing now. " And…" He pauses and shifts a little bit away from me. " Do you know anything about Freya or Adena?" Yes, I do know they were both unfortunate to have been with you. " No." He exhales loudly and goes mute for a while. " I'm going to let you go— only if you promise to shut your mouth." " You killed my best friend — " And there's nothing that can bring her back to life so keep quiet!" I hold myself from screaming. I fight back the tears and anger bubbling in me. How can someone be so evil? He feels no remorse for what he has done to her. " You'll never go free from this," I say, my whole body shaking. " She didn't deserve this— I hate you so much— get away from me!" He grips my chin and forces my head up. " The feeling is way too mutual," He lets go of me and I can hear his footsteps retreating. I shoot up and charge towards him just to slam my face against something hard. " Eat up so I can drop you off. If I were you, I wouldn't say anything, especially when you have such a lovely family."LYRA'S POVMy feet fail me, and I nearly tumble backward, but I grab onto the couch, stopping myself from falling.I wrap my palm over my mouth and scream into it while shaking my head vigorously. No, no, no."Cas," I let go of my mouth and scream his name, forcing my feet to back away from the sight before me.I look at the clawed couch, foam spilling out of the holes. She must have been struggling to get away from whoever wanted to murder her. No wonder this place is a mess. She must have fought hard to survive, but they didn't give up. They didn't spare her. The wounds are fresh, and her blood hasn't dried up yet. There is a split in her throat, bruises on her hand as if she had been held by a rope.Who could have done such a thing—I barely have time to complete my thought when a light flashes through my eyes from something behind her. My breath is the only sound I can hear as I take hesitant steps forward, forcing myself to stop crying.The more I look at her, the more the tears
LYRA'S POV"Why bother opening a shop when there's going to be no profit?" one of the guards accompanying me says with a disgusting chuckle, and the two other guards laugh humorously while Keeper huffs and rolls his eyes like he's the least excited to be accompanying me to my parents' place.My eyes trail to the fox tail drawn in the center of the guard's sleeve of tattoos. I look at the other guards, and they seem to have the same fox tail tattoo—which Keeper doesn't.They aren't from this pack.I look away when one of them, with a purple goatee and too many eyebrows for his own good, looks at me.I raise my brow and stare at my moving feet. Kymon, Zade, and many other Workers or Royals have tattoos I've seen before, but theirs are different from these guards'."Such a big mouth for a small body," one of them mutters, and I know he's referring to me.I clench my fists, and my eyes snap up to meet the back of his miserably shaved head. From the corner of my eye, I catch something that
KYMON'S POV"Brother," Zade calls from behind as I step into the archery field. I twist my neck to see him walking towards me, his face twisted into a fading scowl.My eyes drop to his arm. There seems to be something beneath the cloth covering it. I look back at his face—his twitching lips, his eyes flashing with too many emotions, like he is struggling to look fine. He is.Someone must have ruined his mood.I look back ahead and frown.Very possible, Lyra. It must be her. That's her biggest trait."Hm?" I hum, mounting myself in front of eleven frail, lean, sixteen-year-old commoners.The sight of each one of them tells me they must be suffering from malnutrition or some sort of flesh-eating disease. I remember too quickly Lyra's protest at the cliff, and I clench my fist.At first, I thought she was just trying to throw my name into the dust, but her determination, the look in her eyes, and the anger radiating from her made me realize she must be telling the truth. But not the comp
LYRA'S POV I am surprised Zade is not shouting or banging at the door like a madman. His silence only makes my heart race. I look around at the bathroom, which is the size of my room back at home. I don't know if Zade lied to me about the capacity of his gifts or if they can simply do more, like create a mirage that allows him to walk through things. Stop overthinking, Lyra. I run my palms through my hair and sigh. Luckily, there is a nightgown here that doesn't look overly expensive and wouldn't cause me discomfort. The workers even had the bathroom decorated in red, rosy designs. I look at the counter—there are numerous cosmetics I have only been privileged to see on posters. I have trained myself not to envy things I know I would never be lucky to have. The silver mirror in front of me seems to have been forgotten by the workers. For some weird reason, it reminds me of who I am, and I know well enough that no royal title, no gift, can change the unfortunate person that I am.
KYMON'S POV"Alpha Kymon, may I have a word?" Lyriq says as I get to my feet, ready to excuse myself from the dining hall.I study the muscle bulging on his jaw and his tense posture. It's either he's still apprehensive about Lyra's presence or there's bad news.I nod and walk out of the dining hall, with him following by my side. Workers scramble around, carrying different types of gifts and making preparations for my brother's wedding night.I do not know if they have been intimate before, but the royal law takes intimacy seriously, especially because it will lead to the birth of a royal.I clench my jaw and look away from the commotion as a bad memory flashes into my subconsciousness. All the females in my family decorated the room and gave Freya their blessings on the first day we got married.Father, Zade, and the rest of the males sat me down, voices heavy with expectation, instructing me on the art of ensuring she bore a male heir as if she were nothing more than a vessel, a du
LYRA'S POVKymon is sitting by the left-hand side of Lila while Zade is sitting by her right.The dining table must be at least ten feet long, with twelve chairs on each side and two at the back and front. All the chairs are filled with familiar faces, some unfamiliar—except for the chair next to Zade.Zade has introduced me to most of his kind before. I never looked forward to knowing them because I wasn't sure they'd be excited to meet me, considering I am a commoner like most people in this Pack. But Zade made sure I met every one of his closest kin, and a part of me was happy—so sure he was doing it because he wanted to make me his Luna."Take your seat, Lyra," Lila says, staring up at me with a wince as I look at the empty chair, lost in my thoughts.I fidget as I snap out of my thoughts and walk to take my seat. I feel eyes roam over me, I hear whispers, stifled chuckles, and I can see them grimacing even though my gaze is fixed on the empty chair.I slide into the seat and star